the rain's the rain.

the rain draws an angry face
but i stop and watch
and realize how easy it is to love the rain
as it washes away something old
and polishes a new day
for our tires to make their mark on
our footprint on these roads of existence
appear as a flash
like a rain drop crashing onto the ground
so just as the rain comes as goes
so do we
and i realize that we are the rain
every single drop making it's impression on a point in time
at light speed
little memoirs scripted on a journey
telling their story from a sky above
that we trust so much

i think i'll go dance outside
i could use a happy ending